To my OT family,
For those of you familiar with my story, this will be a quick update. For those of you unaware of my post history, I ask that you take a moment and reflect on the words of a tired and nervous father.
Alexander Bradberry, the warrior or my heart, passed away after 6 great months of life in September due to complications from a congenital heart defect HLHS. 8 months later, I am back in the same hospital floor with my youngest son, a twin, named Preston as he is on the eve of his first open heart surgery. He has the same defect as Alex.
Today has been a rough day. Aside from the obvious emotions and fears I would have already had, I also am enduring the fact that Preston is having great difficultly with arrhythmias, namely SVT. I have been by his side for all 6 episodes he has had and it doesn't get any less frightening with each time.
I humbly ask that whatever your faith is, whatever you believe or don't believe, that you keep my son in your heart just for this evening. We need an uneventful night and he needs his rest for a highly difficult procedure in 10 hours time. I am eternally grateful for whatever you are willing to give, even if it's nothing. I would be remissed if I didn't do everything I could or think I can do to help him, Preston, in this great time of need.
To the great people of the OT, I cannot describe the relief I feel using this platform as a way to vent fears and frustrations. What's more is I cannot begin to describe my appreciation for y'all's outreach and love for my family and especially my sons. I know to some these words are just that, maybe trite or maybe an ineffective plea for help. But I promise they mean more than that to me. And every "good luck", every " be strong" and every prayer make this burden a lot easier to carry.
Thank you all and I hope you have a happy and blessed evening !
With love, hope, and admiration
This post was edited on 5/10 at 4:17 pm